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Duty Of Care – Part 1 (M/M) repeated

Erotic fiction by Rod Cayenne, repeated from 2011.

“Ben, at 23 don’t you think that you’re a bit old to be racing your mates? PC Johnson says you were doing 60 in a 30 zone! You know, we are lucky to have him as a neighbour. He reckons he might be able to get you off the chargesheet but Barry and Wayne may not be so lucky. He’s coming over tonight to talk to us about it. This is all unofficial, of course. I don’t want you to talk to your mates about it until you and I have discussed it with Tim. By the way, I don’t want you to call him Tim. PC Johnson or Sir will be fine. Now I want you to go to your room and remain incommunicado. So give me your phone. I’ve already unplugged the wireless connection.”

“You’re treating me like a big kid!”

“As your step-father, I have a duty of care. If you act like a kid you will learn the consequences. PC Johnson and I have an idea which could get you out of trouble. You know, you could end up in prison for this. You are – excuse my language – in deep, deep shit. So give me your phone now!”

“Hello Tim. Charles here. Yes, it’s all going to plan. I’m calling on his phone. No sense in running up my bill. I’ve got the canes. I bought them at that fetish shop you recommended. I’m going to tell him I found them in his Uncle’s place when I went to clear it out the other day. Can I come over with them now? We’ll need to practice on some cushions if we are going to be able to give him the hiding he deserves.”

“Ben. I’m going out for a few minutes. You are to stay in your room. I’ve got your phone so don’t go looking for it. I’ve also got the wifi box.”

“Oh OK. I suppose.”

Very soon after that, Charles arrived at PC Tim Johnson’s. Tim came to the door still in his uniform. They shook hands and both of them laughed, “Tim. I think we’ve got him. He’s sulking already. Mainly because he’s stuck in his room without phone and internet. Still, I guess he can always have a wank or two to relieve the boredom!”

“Charles you really are a beast to him. Still he does deserve it! Show me the canes, then.”

“Here you go. I bought two. A junior and a senior, the girl in the shop said”.

“Was it the kinky-looking one with the heavy make-up?”

“Yep I’ll say, and an arse you’d just love to stick your tongue in. Anyway, I’m not too sure about these canes she sold me. They don’t look up to much if you ask me.”

Tim frowned. “I’m not asking you about it Charles. Just remember who’s in charge here. You really do have no idea about this business, do you? These will actually be quite severe. Let me put a cushions on the arm of the sofa and I’ll try a few strokes. There, that should do.”

“One!” Dust flew everywhere.

“Two!”

“Three!”

“Very nice. Very, very nice. Should make quite an impression. Hand me the senior one, will you?”

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Excellent, truly excellent! These will have him yelping, no doubt. Reminds me of my schooldays.”

“Are you sure they’ll hurt much? I didn’t get the cane at school, so I’ve really no idea.”

“No, that’s the problem isn’t it Charles? As I said before, you really have no idea, do you? I suggest you take one stroke of each cane to get a feel for it.”

“No, no, I couldn’t possibly. You’re having a laugh. It wouldn’t be right”

“Well. I’m not sure. OK, but it must be our secret. Don’t be too hard on me!”

“Charles, I really am fed up with your silly attitude. You need to know how much this will hurt. Therefore I will have to cane as hard as I propose Ben should get it. Now, you can keep your pants on, but drop your trousers! Over you go. NOW!”

“First, the junior cane. Here it comes…”

“AAAARGH SHIT! OWWWW, that bloody hurt!”

“Language, Charles, GET BACK DOWN NOW! You wanted to try it and now you are leaping around like a kid clutching your arse! Get back down.”

“Sorry Tim. It was quite a shock. Just what Ben needs though. OK, I’m ready for the senior cane now.”

“Good. Now bend over. If you jump up, you will have to take it again! Ready?”

“OWWWWWWWWW, OH, that thing’s a killer!”

“Yes I bet it is. But you’ve got up without permission, so we’re going to repeat it now.”

“Eh? I didn’t jump up, did I? Oh, alright.”

“No, it’s not all right! And now you’ve argued with me so it’s going to be two extras now. BARE! PANTS DOWN! NO ARGUMENTS! RIGHT OFF! Good boy. Now bend over. Here comes number one.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH”

“SHUT UP. Take it like a man. Ready?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH.”

“OK, you can get up now and rub your arse if you want. You make a good schoolboy. So how was it for you? Just right for Ben?”

“Oh Boy! I must admit that was quite a thrill. I mean, painful! I’m just worried that Ben might, er, enjoy it in some sort of perverse way.”

“Charles, you mean you did? Tut, tut.”

“Charles, I’m not sure what to make of all this. Did you really enjoy that? How many strokes do you think we should give Ben?”

“I think twelve maybe. Six with the junior and six with the senior!”

“No, no, no, Charles! You are too soft. That lad was doing SIXTY and could have killed somebody.”

“How many then?”

“I would say sixty miles means sixty strokes! Maybe split into two or three sessions.”

“Or five of twelve.”

“No, no. We want it to hurt. Twelve is too few for one session. We don’t want him enjoying it. Like you seem to!”

“I really don’t know. I’m a bit confused by all of this as well.”

“Perhaps I should give you a few more strokes of the senior to see how you feel after that. Shall we make it the round dozen – so eight more for you?”

“OK but I must be mad. Can I pull my underwear back up?”

“No, I don’t think so. Once the pants are down they should stay that way. I think Ben’s hidings will have to be bare arse, don’t you?”

“Well maybe not for the first stroke or two, but after that, definitely. He needs beating and he needs it hard.”

“Glad to see you are hardening your attitude. That Ben has had it too soft for too long if you ask me. Anyway, enough of this chatter. Bend over! I want you to count these strokes out loud! Call me Sir!”

“One, Sir!”

“Two, Sir.”

“AAAARRRGGHH. Three Sir.”

“Stick your arse out more, boy!”

“AAAARGH. Four Sir.”

“OWWWWWWWW. Five Sir!”

“Six Sir.”

“OUCH. Seven Sir.”

“OWWWW. Eight Sir”

“Well done, Charles. I needed the practice. You took those well. Apart from the noise, that is!”

“Well it wasn’t easy, I can tell you!”

“Maybe not, but then why do I get the funny feeling you could benefit from regular thrashings? After all, you have let Ben down by not being strict enough in the past.”

“You’re right, of course. Let’s talk about that later. As long as Ben doesn’t find out that I am getting my arse tanned. That wouldn’t do his discipline any good would it?”

“No I guess not. Anyway, time you got up and got dressed. We need to go and sort out Ben. Do you want me to keep my uniform on?”

“Oh yes please! That would be good. Put the frighteners up him. I’ve told him he’s in deep shit and that we may be able to do him a favour and keep him out of prison!”

Oh yes! Charles got it good; and the prospect of young Ben undergoing a harsh caning in definitely appealing. Young guys really have to learn how dangerous speeding is – both to other people, and to their own behinds!

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